I struggled to my feet. Despite how I just wanted to break down, I also didn’t mind giving him a piece of my mind, unleashing all this pain on him.
I took a breath and stepped away from the door. “Come in.” I wiped desperately at my face, even though I knew it was pointless. He opened the door, his expression driving me crazy because I still didn’t understand what he was thinking. He looked like he cared, like he was trying to be compassionate. But that only made me hate him that much more.
“If you didn’t feel anything, you didn’t need some long, rambling story to confuse me. You could have just told me to fuck off.”
“Ty, I think you misunderstood what happened downstairs. Will you give me a moment to explain?”
I huffed and puffed, everything in me wanting to make an argument out of it, to tell him to go fuck himself, but I stilled the impulse, assuring myself I’d have plenty of opportunities to yell at him since we were gonna be stuck in this cabin until God knew when.
“Fine,” I said through my teeth.
He approached, moving close, a sort of close that irritated me because I didn’t want him close in that moment. I wanted to fucking deck him as hard as that goon had decked me nearly a week earlier. Although, I doubted it would have had the same impact on my giant Liam— No, notmy!
That was the problem.
He got so close, too fucking close, then unfastened my belt the way I’d been unfastening his downstairs. All my tension released in an instant, but I was as confused as ever.
“If you would have calmed down and let me explain, I would have said I just wasn’t ready to kiss. That was all.”
He finished unzipping my fly, then reached up and ran his thumb along my bottom lip once again.
I thought about his past and how it must have had something to do with that. Oh, what an idiot I’d been because of how insecure that moment had made me.
“Now,” he said, “let me get to work on helping you with this pain inside you.”
I was in shock, unable to respond because of how quickly he’d dissolved my anger. He dropped to his knees, pulling my briefs and jeans down, and took my cock into his mouth—so wet and warm.
A powerful sensation moved through me, as well as a calm as I realized how I’d totally misread the situation downstairs.
His hands slid around, cupping my ass cheeks as he continued tasting me.
I had been wrong.
So fucking wrong.
He wasn’t playing a game, and he wanted me.
It was incredible how quickly I could go from hating his guts to needing him all over again.
The tears continued pushing from my eyes, this time from sheer relief—how nothing had been what it had seemed downstairs…or maybe it had just been so much more than it had seemed.
A running theme with Liam.
